WOUNDS ON SOUL

been through all the storms

still standing here alone

waiting for the next storm to pass by

each storm put scars on me

new scars waiting for you

 

 

whats my fault

why can  not you see me happy

you think your advice are useful

 but  instead they have the opposite effect

doing more bad then good

making me feel like a loser , useless

crushing my self esteem

your false praise will do no good  

easily can believe words like loser,user,ugly,fat

but even after you saying hundred time

can’t believe beautiful wise,intelligent words  

i can stay in illusion praiseing  myself

to see you laughing at my words

but can not believe praise

not used to it

these  words have the opposite meanings

like you laughing at my face

you do not mean it

i do not need your fake concern

so stop bringing it up

i try to avoid it but i forgot

that is the most interesting topic for your gossip so

how can you leave my wounds

how can you leave it,they heal

you scratch again making it so new

like they never got better

 

hey mother ! where are you

breathing is hard

i need you to hug me

so my wound can recover

but you so busy in your life

that you can barely see my tears 

 

 

DO YOU THINK WOUNDS ARE ONLY ON BODY

THERE ARE SOME WITHIN THE SOUL

THAT CAN NEVER BE ERASED 

 

what is love?

love a puzzle

the answer is here what your looking for 

love a blessing

love a curse

love a beautiful dream

love a nasty nightmare

raise you to clouds

bury  you within the grounds

 the door to freedom

or the shackle to your hands

love an illusion

love the reason to live

love a cruel game

or a sweet poison

love starting of a new life

within you

or the death of both the souls

 

 

LOVE CALL IT WHATEVER

BUT EVERYONE HAS LOVED

ONCE IN THERE LIFETIME 

 

THIS LIFE IS NOT A FAIRY TALE

this life is not a fairy tale

it has black holes

that can swallow you whole

the beasts that bites you

and you bleed till your death

fairy tales once a reality

now just a dream

flowers blossom in fairy tales

in reality they are smashed

into tiny pieces

in fairy tales its true love called soul mates

 in reality its lust called one night stand

dance to the beat

that fairy tales don’t exist

every girl wants to be a princess

 since she is three 

that’s her innocent dream

to have a prince riding on white horse

and to be a princes

like snow white ,Bella and Cinderella

 the hard reality hits

when she turns 16

that fairy tales don’t exist 

only fake false lies

and fake love exist 

this life is not a fairy tale

                                                   by flyingcolours